Guitar

Oh, my mama what became of me
My bones and my brain feel differently
I' ain’t the same person i was when i was 5
There’s sorting in me, grows up and down
Grow, up and down
Older, so much older getting older now
Can’t hold a job i don’t now how
Once was a woman i said i once loved
Come to film it out, i gave it all up
Guitar, this old guitar
Guitar, this old guitar
Holy jesus, what became of you
All my life i though you’d come true
You suicide don’t keen much to me
Couse i’m not dead, I’m not dead
I’m not dead, i’m not dead
I’m alive
Talking to the man who come before me
Said my life was so full of disarray
Say you want to walk around in my shoes
Are you prepared to sing the walking blues
Blues, this walking blues
This blues, walking blues